Just as I was thinking Old loves mean the most because of How we cherish past as perfect, Newness comes in running. Here you are Entering my life without a pause Reaching out to me as though My arms offered something And I was waiting too No caution, no resistance, no reservations. Oh the thrill of love again Timid, troubling. Is it worth it? Today it is, as for tomorrow Everything is now, tomorrow takes its turn.

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